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Thursday, April 15, 2010

A "Serenade" of Inspiration

Imagine this: You want to teach your piece and invite all to come and dance. It's your first time out as a choreographer. 17 dancers show up. The next night, only nine show up and the next is even less. During a rehearsal, a dancer falls and starts to cry. Another shows up late, expecting to still dance in the piece. And on top of it all, some of the dancers aren't very good.

But you keep going and use what dancers you have. You even choreograph a girl falling on stage and someone else running in as others are dancing. You put the dancers who can't dance well in fewer parts and highlight the more talented ones.

those images are breathtaking. and your article in Glamor is amazing (say "amazing" with a sing-song voice). BTW--we are going to be out in Oakland some time around June 18th for my brother Ben's wedding--I'm CA illiterate. How close will we be to you guys and is meeting somewhere an option?

I love the pictures but you are being so cryptic, Tiffany, and I totally fear to embarass myself. It looks like Swan Lake to me, but (I even checked on Wiki) G. Balantine choreographed 3 ballets in 1934: Alma Mater, Les Songes & Mozartiana. Which one is it? - But wait! 1935: Serenade!! Got it! xx

How inspiring :)I just got back and have been catching up on your old posts...LOVE the post where you posed the question: what are you meant to do? I've been thinking about this a lot, and that post was just what I needed :)

Ohh, and I saw this picture and thought of you!: http://www.flickr.com/photos/anna-kristina/3750508876/

Hi! I've changed the comments section so I can more easily respond to you. I never remove comments unless they are horribly offensive or spam. Unless I really really really am interested in your designer discount handbags. Or Viagra.

I'm a dancer who loves to write, travel, photograph, eat, cook, run, and read. Although I do have an affinity for breakfast foods, the title of this blog is just a play on my last name. I don't really make my bran flakes dance. Well... not often.